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HIS BURNING VENGEANCE

Author: Love2002
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-30 22:40:46

Pierce Landon walked into HEX Club with one person on his mind, his eyes bloodshot. He didn't care who was watching or that the club was packed. He was here to get revenge—and only that would calm the raging storm inside him.

His black coat billowed behind him as he stormed through the entrance. The bass of the music thudded through the walls, but it couldn't drown out the storm building in his chest.

He walked past the dancers, past the security, past the women whispering his name, past the staff who knew better than to make eye contact when his jaw was clenched like that. His fists were already balled. His eyes—sharp like broken glass.

Timothy was quick to spot Pierce as he attended to customers. He knew the look on Pierce's face. It was a look he was familiar with. And for that reason, he rushed to meet him.

"You didn't tell me you were coming—"

Timothy didn't get to complete his words. Pierce's fist collided with his face so hard that the sound rose above the music. Gasps filled t
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